A POEM ABOUT FLOWERS
by Williem Mactingle

Roses are red
Violets are blue
And so is blood
Horseshoe crab blood

This is a poem about flowers
Solely about flowers
In which I celebrate the beautiful things of life
(Like flowers)
And by no means talk
About what they use as fertilizer
Those fresh corpses they bury under the flowers
Their roots feasting on the flesh
Strangling bodies like underground anacondas
Penetrating their fetid guts
Channeling nutrients to their thorns
Their venom sacks, their mangled wooden teeth
They'll use to attack their future prey
These deadly, beautiful flowers